#lorulelegend

She’s not all pouty pout about one certain bun’s disappearance, totally not sulking over his apparent disappearance, not at all. She’s tough, she’s been all alone. She most definitely did not miss his presence. Not one bit. 

▲ “Gee, it sure is great to be back here again,” Link groaned, leaning against the bed in a frustrated slump. “How’d I fall this time, Ravio?” he asked the merchant with his typical sarcastic remarks. “Maybe I should just give you the extra rupees in advance for the next time I screw it up.” It seemed like every time Link wanted to try a new tactic, it ended up failing. This time, it had been a leap of faith gone wrong on the side of the Tower of Hera. Pure bravery and grit wasn’t enough to make it through these dungeons, and every failed attempt cost him Rupees. That shady merchant was making way too much money off of him...

RAVIO CAN’T TAKE THE SAD HILDA! It’s his greatest weakness! Also lol. You know you waaaaant tooooooo~ ;D

softly gasps, oh i love them?? they care so much about each other and ajdndk

“Oi...my ‘ead....”

Link groaned as he sat up and looked about himself; all his eyes could capture was a large, murky..lake? This certainly wasn’t the bright, blue Great Sea he’s accustomed to! What could have happened? Wasn’t he with his crew...?

The blond boy, rubbed his head, slowly recalling the moments that lead up to now. He remembered something about a island with a deep cavern filled with treasure (of course). He went in first as he poked fun of Tetra for getting snagged by that accursed Ghost Ship the last time she dove in head first. Then he found some...gems? No the groove in the wall looked almost like stained glass...Now he’s here...

Oh fuck....

He’s stuck in another dimension!? This couldn’t be? Why must the goddesses test him so much?! The hero before him didn’t have to do this much shit did he!?

Link finally got to his feet, brushing himself off and checking to find all of his belongings still on his person. With the confirmation he wasn’t robbed, the kid sighed and goes to take a step....

Only to realize that he was stuck on a rock in the middle of the lake. Great....

It was just then something purple was in the corner of Link’s eye; he whipped around to see...A bunny?  No, it was a person with a bunny hat?

OPTING TO LET HER ACTIONS SPEAK FOR HER, SHE HELD OUT A ROSE, STRIKING IN COLOR. A pretty shade of crimson dust stains Hilda’s pale cheeks, she chooses to avoid making eye contact with her hero and instead finds a sudden interest elsewhere. “Sheerow... your friend, gave this to me. I believe he might be mistaken, perhaps it was meant for you instead.”

The last thing he could recall was the gentle touch of the goddess, a promise on her lips that she’d change his mind; This wasn’t supposed to be the end of his story. Link already had plenty of arguments on why she was wrong, besides the fact he couldn’t swordfight now (He couldn’t save his family, what kind of hope did Hyrule have when he was the hero?). 

She told him that he had to believe in himself a bit more, in which he would’ve objected if he hadn’t suddenly felt like he was falling, plummeting to some unknown ground. However, the impact never happened, he was merely set down in the grass. Yet, the sudden wave of pain slammed into him, causing him to tumble into the soft earth in surprise. 

(Searing pain was the first give away that this wasn’t a dream)

Using his remaining arm, he pushed himself into a sitting position as he looked down at himself. Somehow, his simplw clothing was no longer in tatters, it was mended as if they were brand new. Glancing down at the remains of his arm, it was expertly wrapped, similar to where he was struck on the leg... Every other wound he had gained was now gone (Which was a welcome surprise). Apparently, regaining his missing limb was too much to ask. 

With some struggle, Link managed to get up, his leg screaming in protest. Studying the surrounding area, he had no idea where he was. A voice in the back of his mind told him it wasn’t Hyrule... But if it wasn’t Hyrule, what was this place?

Taking one look at the creepy forest that wasn’t far in front of him, Link turned and walked the opposite way. Laying in the middle of the field wasn’t going to help him (He’d only dwell on what’s happened, and the last thing he wanted to think about was the fate of his family).

He had been so sure it was the other one and not him. They felt similar, but not exactly the same. Yet, for some reason, he still decided to merge from the shadows to get a better look at who it was. That it would be someone with a bunny mask was certainly the last thing that came to his mind when he saw the other. Still, it wouldn’t stop him from walking towards him, sword tight in his hands. There was something about the stranger that he didn’t like. Dark decided to get an answer to his questions. Without a warning he practically sneaked up behind the other before holding the sword to the stranger’s neck. “Who are you?” He didn’t plan on actually hurting him, as long as the other wouldn’t try to attack him. After all, he was not after him, but after someone else and he doesn’t need some bunny-boy’s blood on his hands. 

But, he did the right thing. And she'd forgiven him. As he'd forgiven her. She did not deserve such forgiveness, as always, the thought came floating in her mind as she looks over at him. Currently, the two stood at the foothills of the icy Death Mountain. His gaze seemed steady enough but he was trembling. Was it from the bitter cold? Or was it from the cool waters of fear threatening to freeze over his sharp mind? She could not tell, for one who was so easy to read, at times even Hilda found herself wondering what went through his mind. More than likely, she thinks to herself grimly, he's worried about that. 

It'd been the steady emergence of one rumor in particular that caused the two to set out. The return of the Master Sword. It was a bold enough rumor to start for a tool forged by holy hands and not many were foolish enough to even spread any lies about the sword. The weapon had been spotted by a random group of hikers. (With the steady restoration of Lorule, many had come to seek out what the once ruined lands had to offer.) A glimpse of it, they'd claim, but there was a sort of energy that radiated off from it, not of this world. And though it was easy to found doubt within that, Hilda still wished to check it out and Ravio had insisted on tagging along. She was all too aware of what that mark on his hand entailed and his feelings regarding his destiny. And she understood him. Understood whatever emotions he may be feeling with this journey in particular. She wished to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. To smile at him and tell him that everything will be alright. Hilda does not. Because she didn't know how to. The right things to do, the right things to say, in order to soothe his anxious heart; it was all foreign to the girl that never received solace from anyone. Hilda only looks to him, her stare, impassive, despite the whirlwind of worries raging through her thoughts. Her hand clutches around the worn map and instead, she opts to look up the mountain. With the wind biting Hilda's face the air brought up dark hair around her, obscuring her vision of him. 

For a while, a long, long, while she did not speak. 

"You," she starts. "You do not have to do this. You can stay behind, away from this place. I will not hold it against you."

She did hold something against him, once, before deciding that she will no longer resent Ravio for whatever choice he may make that goes against hers. He knew what he was doing, she did not. His prudence was something she'd value more, in the end. 

"I cannot claim whether or not this myth holds, however, I wish bring whatever falsity to light. If there is a sword up there, then I will not lay a finger on it. I will not even tell you of its existence if it will make you feel less fear."